A Powerful Thought
Sullivan stepped up, confidently taking his place next to the professor. In his hands, the Squad Four Leader held a peculiar sabre in his hand.
Not only did the sword give off an ominous aura but it also had an odd appearance as well. Black as night, dotted with white specks that made it look like it had been crafted from a piece of fabric cut from the night sky.
Sullivan's sabre was at least three feet long with runes running along the flat of the blade.
The professor whistled, "Not a bad choice at all. If you know how to use it, that is…"
With that, the process they had just been through was replayed. Unlike the ring on Darius's finger, polka-dotted obsidian material took on the form of a dark vambrace, settling comfortably on Sullivan's forearm.
Oddly enough, this vambrace seemed to complete Sullivan's sinister appearance. Arthur couldn't help but think the boy looked like the son of a dark emperor.